His voice was full of venom,

Hate pouring out…

Anger and yelling,

Just from loving birds way too much!

My blood turned into ice from fear…

Tears poured from my face,

My breathing becoming ragged

My vision seemed to disappear….

Bile tickled the back of my throat…

It was fear. Pure fear and nothing else.

I struggled to concentrate…

I tried to fight back,

But I'm not a fighter, I'm a fleer…

No…


A/N: Been obsessed with birds since 2001, maybe even before that (I still do, I prefer not to show it)!

Influenced by Erin Hunter (a group of four authoresses), I'm sure they won't mind. Oh, I hate it when I'm obsessed with something and no one cares. That's what this poem is about.